It May Be True.
Vol. II.
by Mrs. Wood.
CHAPTER I.
NEWS FROM HOME
"The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long; His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat; He earns whate"er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man."
LONGFELLOW.
It was just sunset as Matthew the pikeman went out to receive toll from some one pa.s.sing, or rather coming quickly up to the gate.
It was market day at Brampton, so Matthew had to keep his ears open, and his wits about him, for generally he had a lazy post, with scarcely half a dozen calls during the day.
A spare thin man was the occupier of the light cart now coming fast along the road; who as he drew near the gate threw the pence--without slackening his horse"s pace--at least a foot from where the other was standing.
"There"s manners for you!" said Matthew, stooping to look for the money, "chucks the ha"pence to me as though I was a thief. Hates parting with "em, I "spose."
"Or hates touching you with the ends of his fingers," said a voice at his side.
"Good evening to yer, Mrs. Grey," said he, civilly rising and looking up, "Well, I"m blessed if I can find that last penny," and he counted over again those he held in his hand, "I"ll make him give me another, next time I sets eyes on him, I know."
"What"s this?" said Goody Grey, turning something over with her stick.
"That"s it, and no mistake. Why I"d back yer to see through a brick wall, Ma"am."
"There!" said she, not heeding his last remark, and pointing out the cart going slowly up a neighbouring hill, "he"s too proud to shake hands with his betters, now. Pride, all pride, upstart pride, like the rest of the fools in this world. And he used to go gleaning in the very fields he now rides over so pompously."
"Can yer call that to mind, Mrs. Grey?" asked Matthew, eyeing her keenly and searchingly.
"Call it to mind! What"s that to you? I never said I could, but I know it for a truth."
"Folks say there"s few things yer don"t know," replied Matthew, somewhat scared at her fierce tone.
"Folks are fools!"
"Some of "em; not all. Most say yer knows everything, and can give philters and charms for sickness and heart-ache and the like."
"Folks are fools!" repeated she again.
"Well I know nothing, nor don"t want to; but," said he, dropping his voice to a whisper, "if yer could only give me a charm to keep _her_ tongue quiet," and he pointed with his thumb meaningly over his shoulder in the direction of the cottage, "I"d bless yer from the bottom of my heart as long as I live."
"What blessing will you give me?"
Matthew considered a moment, as the question somewhat puzzled him. Here was a woman who had apparently neither kith nor kin belonging to her, one who stood, as far as he could see, alone in the world. How was he to give her a blessing? She had neither children, nor husband to be kind or unkind to her; she might be a prosperous woman for aught he or the neighbours knew, or she might be the very reverse. She never seemed to crave for sympathy from anyone, but rather to shun it, and never allowed a question of herself on former days to be asked, without growing angry, and if it was repeated, or persisted in, violent.
Presently Matthew hit upon what he thought a safe expedient. "What blessing do yer most want?" he asked cunningly.
"None! I want none."
"I"ll give yer one Ma"am all the same. Most of us wish for something, and I"ll pray that the one wish of yer heart, whatever it is, yer may get."
"How dare you wish me that?" she said in a fierce tone, "how dare you know I"ve any wish at all?"
""Cos I do. That"s all," replied Matthew sullenly.
"Who told you? Speak! Answer!"
"Good Lord! Mrs. Grey, ma"am; how you scare a man. Who should tell me? I don"t know nothing at all about yer; how should I? All I know is that most folks has wishes of some kind or another; n.o.body"s satisfied in this world, and in course you ain"t, and so I just wished yer might be, that"s all; there"s no great harm in that, is there?"
"I told you folks were fools; but I think you are the biggest fool of the lot."
"Come, come, don"t let"s have words. I didn"t mean to vex yer, you"re a lone woman with not a soul to stand by yer, and the Lord knows what you"ve got on yer mind."
Then seeing her eyes flashed again he hastened to change the subject.
"It"s a fine evening, anyhow," said he.
"We shall have rain."
"Rain!" and Matthew looked up overhead, but not a vestige of a cloud or sign of a storm could he see.
"Yes, rain, heavy rain, like the weeping of a stricken, woeful heart."
And she was pa.s.sing on; but Matthew could not let her go so; he must have the charm, even at the risk of offending her again. He had thought of it for days past, it was the one wish of his heart; he had longed and sought for this opportunity and it must not slip through his fingers thus, so he said meekly, but still rather doubtfully,
"Well it may be going to rain; yer know a deal better than I do, and I won"t gainsay yer? we shall know fast enough afore night closes in. And now Mrs. Grey will yer give me the charm?"
"You don"t need any charm."
"Can"t be done without," said he decidedly. "I"ve tried everything else I know of, and it ain"t no use," said he despairingly.
"Well," said Goody Grey, after a moment"s consideration, "do you see this box?" and she took a small box out of her pocket and filled it with some of the fine gravel from his garden, whilst Matthew looked eagerly on as if his life depended on it. "When next you are on your road to the Brampton Arms, and are close to the yew tree which grows within a stone"s throw of the door, _turn back_, and when you reach home again take the box out of your pocket and throw away one of the stones, and don"t stir forth again, save to answer the "pike, for the rest of the evening."
"And then?" questioned Matthew.
"Then there"s nothing more to be done, except to sit quiet and silent and watch your wife"s face."
"Where I shall see ten thousand furies, if I don"t answer her."
"You are a man, what need you care? Do as I bid you every time you are tempted to go to the Public-house; never miss once until the box is empty. Then bring it back to me."
"And suppose I miss. What then?"